I had what I don't think could be described in any other way besides a perfect San Diego weekend. I went lots of places, hung with a bunch of new friends, and drank a few drinks. Coming home I was feeling satisfied with it all but then in crept that familiar feeling, loneliness. I remembered having a perfect Chicago weekend with Matt and just snuggling on the couch being grateful for it all. The feeling of summer as a kid, being so exhausted but perfectly content. I am really trying to get back into the swing of things and have been dedicating my weeks to grown up tasks so perhaps it's just the Sunday slump. Perhaps its just the feeling of happiness and loneliness all at once.